by Mary Winter
Saturdays with Marcy
A Note About Saturdays With Marcy: This story is a prequel to my novel Ghost Touch and explains the hard decision Kyle had to make. I originally wrote this story as a quickie for Ellora's Cave, but my editor, while loving the story, felt because it focused on a non-sympathetic character from Ghost Touch wouldn't be a good sell. However, I am now working on Kyle's story and feel it is important for my readers to know why he made the decisions he did. This is an unedited story, and I hope you enjoy it.
“You have some right here.” Without waiting for a reply, Kyle bent his head and licked the spaghetti sauce from Marcy’s chin. She giggled, revealing the dimple that he loved in her right cheek. “And here.” He touched his lips to the tip of her nose.
“I did not,” Marcy protested, picking up the napkin and wiping at her face. She tossed the napkin at Kyle.
He caught it, setting it neatly on the lunch tray sitting between them. Picking up the wooden tray, he moved it to the night stand. He leaned over and kissed Marcy, brushing his lips across hers. He caressed her hair, delighting in the feel of the silky chocolate strands between his fingers. He raised it to his nose, inhaling her floral shampoo. “I love the ideas of these Saturdays in bed,” he said.
His gaze followed Marcy as she reached for the drawer on her night stand, and shivers darted up his spine. She had a knack for tucking surprises into that drawer. Closing his eyes, he remembered when she had hid a cock ring in it, and they had spent all night fucking like rabbits. He felt his cock stir in memory.
Marcy pulled his spare pair of handcuffs from the drawer, dangling them in front of him like a prize.
Kyle reached for them, and she pulled them away. “Now what do you want me to do with those?” he asked, feigning innocence. He inched his hand towards his own night stand, where his other pair of handcuffs lay.
“I think I need to be restrained. I want you so bad I might hurt myself.” She opened one of the cuffs and fastened it around her wrist.
“I know how that feels,” he said, lightly cupping Marcy’s wrist. He drew her hand towards his erection, gently laying her palm against his flesh. She tightened her fingers around him, and Kyle sucked in a breath as pleasure shot through him. She began to lightly stroke him, her nimble fingers moving over his hardened shaft. Closing his eyes, Kyle lost himself to the gentle ministrations of Marcy’s hand.
She plucked the handcuffs out of his hand. “Enough for you,” she said. Leaning forward, she kissed his nipple, drawing the tight bud into her mouth and suckling gently.
Kyle groaned. He reached for Marcy, cupping his hands around her shoulders. With gentle caresses, he slid his hands down her arms, towards her wrists. She shuddered when he grasped both of her wrists in his hands and hauled her arms roughly over her head.
The click of the handcuffs echoed in the room. Marcy lay on her back, her hands handcuffed together above her head. The motion shoved her breasts into the air, and Kyle couldn’t resist leaning over to brush his stubbled chin across her sensitive flesh. Marcy gasped. Turning his head, Kyle pressed his lips to her skin. He nibbled on her breasts, using his lips and teeth to arouse her nipples into hardened peaks. Gently, he pulled her left nipple into his mouth, suckling her. He bit gently, and Marcy cried out.
Reaching behind him, he grabbed the second pair of cuffs, and hooked one end around the metalwork on the headboard. The other, he fastened around the chain connecting the two cuffs, keeping Marcy’s hands above her head. She looked up at him and spread her legs.
Kyle moved between them. He lay on his belly, ignoring the pulse of his hardened cock. The Saturdays that he and Marcy spent in bed were too few and far between for his taste. He enjoyed bringing her to height of pleasure before taking it himself. He reached up to cup her breasts and pressed his face against her stomach. For a moment, he thought of the proposal laid before him, more money and more time with Marcy if only he did a few things to help out a comrade. He sucked in his breath. He wouldn’t think of that now, not with Marcy hot and needy beneath him.
He massaged her breasts in his palm, feeling her arch her back to press them even harder against his hands. He pinched her nipples. Marcy moaned in pleasure, and he felt her rocking her wet pussy against his abdomen. Kyle gasped, feeling how wet she was, and fought against the urge to take her right then. Instead, he pressed his lips to her navel, swirling his tongue in the tiny indentation.
“Oh God,” Marcy gasped. She bucked against him. A sense of power filled Kyle. The fact that his hands and lips aroused her so much gave him a sense of awe, and he began to kiss a trail to her breasts. Marcy wrapped her legs around him.
Kyle pressed his face in the valley between her breasts. He smelled the floral soap she had used in her shower earlier in the morning. The heady musk of her arousal assaulted his senses. He bit lightly, then laved the red marks with his tongue.
Raising his head, Kyle looked at Marcy’s face. She’d closed her eyes, her lashes fanning out into a dark smudge over her flushed cheeks. Her lips were parted, her tongue darting out to moisten them, an invitation too great to resist. Sliding forward, Kyle kissed her. He slid his lips across hers, the merest of caresses, then settled there, feeling Marcy part her lips beneath his assault. Her husky moan tingled in his ears, and Kyle swept his tongue into her mouth, taking her with a boldness that filled him. Adrenaline rushed through his veins, hotter and harder than anything he got from his line of work. Beneath him, Marcy arched her hips, and he felt her wet sex slide along the length of his cock. Kyle groaned.
He wanted her. For a moment he flexed his hips, and the tip of his erection slid across her wet pussy. Marcy moaned. The needy sound filled the room, and Kyle slid into her, just the tip, a torment of passions to come. Marcy cried out again, trying to reach for him, but her bonds stopped her, and the clang of metal against metal filled the bedroom. Still not moving his shaft, Kyle bent forward and kissed her. “Not yet,” he said, then pulled out.
Marcy whimpered, “fuck me.” The rough words heightened his passion.
“Not yet,” he said, his breath hot against the peak of her nipple. “Not yet,” he whispered as he trailed his lips across her abdomen. He paused a moment to swirl his tongue into her navel. Beneath him Marcy arched like a bow strung too tightly.
Kyle nipped the point of Marcy’s hip, then began to lick with slow, circular movements of his tongue the place where thigh and body joined. He followed the curve to its destination, Marcy’s pussy. A few strands of public hair tickled his nose, but there, just inches from her cunt, Kyle smelled the strength of her desire. An experimental flick of his tongue sent shudders through Marcy, and he tasted her salty essence on his lips. Placing his hands on her hips, he lowered his mouth to her waiting sex.
Gently, he slid his tongue along her outer lips, feeling Marcy arch her hips against his face. She gasped as he slipped between the folds, and began to nibble on her clit. She rattled the handcuffs again, trying to reach for him, and against her sex, Kyle smiled. He touched the tip of his tongue directly on her clitoris, and Marcy cried out. Shudders raced through her body. “Yes, yes,” she cried out, her voice breathless from passion. Kyle held her, waiting for her orgasm to subside, then he began again.
His tongue slipped into her canal, working a gentle in an out rhythm that soon had Marcy moaning again. Moving his hands, he used his thumbs to circle and massage her clit. Marcy wrapped her legs around his shoulders, pressing him to her. His cock jerked in response, impossibly hard.
“Oh god, Marcy,” he groaned against her, pulling away to catch his breath. He wanted to make this last for her. He couldn’t give her physical things, but this pleasure, he could give her in abundance. “Come for me,” he whispered and lowered his lips to
her again.
With his teeth and tongue, he showed her how much he loved her. Slight nips and long strokes of his tongue, soon had Marcy bucking beneath him. When she came again, she cried out, arms drawn tight against the restraints holding her. Her entire body shook from the force of her orgasm.
“I love you,” he whispered, then slowly began to kiss back towards her lips. He turned, letting her feel the strength of his arousal pressing against her legs. Beneath him, Marcy moaned. He suckled her breasts again, drawing the tight peaks of her nipples into his mouth. First one, then the other, then he dipped his tongue into the hollow of her collar bone.
Marcy rubbed her sex against him. Kyle kissed the line of her draw, up to her ear. Slowly, he drew her earlobe into his mouth, pulling it deeper, as her body would soon do to him. With his hand, he cupped her breast, his own breathing ragged from trying to control his desire.
Reluctantly, he slid his hand from her breast. Bracing his weight on his arms, he looked down at her beneath him. Her legs were parted, revealing the damp auburn curls of her sex. Her breasts bore red love bites from his kisses. Her lips, swollen and bruised from his kisses were parted, matching the sparkle in her eye and the flush on her cheeks. Her hair lay in a tangled disarray around her face, a veil of red-brown silk against the pillows.
A wave of love washed through him so powerful, he almost took her right there. She was his Marcy, his brown-haired angel to save him from the darkness of his work.
“I love you,” she said, looking him right in the eye, and in her gaze, he saw the truth of her words. Right then, he knew he’d do anything, even selling his soul to the devil, if it meant that it would keep his Marcy happy.
He lowered his head, rubbing his lips across hers. She opened her mouth, her tongue darting out to trace the seal of his lips. Drawing his tongue into her mouth, Marcy began to suckle it, reminding him of last night, when she had been laying with her head in her lap. One turn of her head, and she had taken him into her mouth. He closed his eyes, remembering her lips working over his flesh and the press of her tongue against his head.
With a groan, he sank into her. His cock slid into her tight wet sheath. He stilled. Drawing on his last reserves of will-power, he slowly began to pull out. Beneath him, Marcy arched her back, trying to keep him inside her, but he pulled out. Then, he flexed his hips and drove into her.
Marcy’s cry of desire filled the room. Suddenly, he had no control, only the feel of her hot pussy around his shaft and the need to be buried so deeply within her he could lose himself. Marcy clenched her legs around his waist, her heels pressing into his buttocks. He plunged into her again and again. Taking him deep, Marcy rotated her hips, and he nearly came.
He thrust into her again, feeling the ripples start deep inside her. Knowing Marcy was close to coming, he pressed himself deep inside. She shuddered, her name a moan on her lips. Kyle held her. Her orgasm raced through her body, a myriad of ripples along her muscles. For long moments, Kyle lay with his arms wrapped around her. With his cock deep inside her pussy, he cherished each little whimper and each twitch of pleasure. Finally, he pulled out. He waited, poised just inside her entrance, until Marcy opened her eyes. She looked at him and smiled.
Kyle thrust deeply. Over and over he surged into her body, until his entire body stiffened. His release started in his solar plexus, rushing outward through him like a rip tide. He pressed his eyes closed, savoring the moment. He felt himself bathe Marcy’s pussy in his juices, and he sagged against her, his cheek against her hair. A moment later, he rolled to her side, tucking her against him.
She wiggled, rattling the handcuffs against the headboard. Lethargically, he reached into the drawer and took out the key, unfastening the pair of cuffs that held her to the bed. Marcy lowered her arms, hissing a bit, and Kyle reached up to cup her shoulder, massaging the sore muscles.
“I feel like I could lay here all day,” she murmured against his chest. Her hands lay draped over his body, the metal handcuffs well away from his naked flesh. Kyle knew when Marcy had fully recovered, she would allow him to reach across her and get the keys for the other pair of handcuffs.
Slowly, Kyle’s breathing returned to normal. The sun had risen nearly overhead, sending rays of light across the bed. Blinking, Kyle stared at the rumpled, eyelet cover. Here in Marcy’s bedroom, he felt a bit awkward amid her white wicker furniture and big metal bed. The room always looked like something out of a fairy tale, he thought, a fairy tale that Marcy deserved. He kissed the top of her head, then sat up to reach across her for the keys to the other pair of handcuffs. Quickly, he released her.
“What do you say we go house hunting?” he asked, pausing to nibble on the side of her neck.
“The large Victorian homes that we possibly can’t afford?” she asked, her eyes lighting up. She enjoyed their house hunting trips, looking at homes that were well out of their price range.
“And a few starter homes, too,” Kyle said, thinking of his impending decision.
Marcy’s eyes widened. “You mean it? Really?” She leaned over and pressed her lips to his.
Kyle beamed. “Yeah,” he said, suddenly at a loss for words.
“Oh Kyle, we can have a home, and a dog.” Marcy scooted off the edge of the bed. She picked up her night shirt from the floor where it had been thrown earlier and slipped into it.
Kyle watched her, feeling a pain grip his heart. He loved her, but she deserved so much better. He glanced wryly at his cellular phone, suspiciously silent most of the morning, and wondered how his partner, Sage, fared in his quest to further their mission along. As an FBI agent, Kyle knew he could be gone at a moment’s notice and for days at a time. Marcy didn’t deserve that kind of life. She deserved so much better.
Marcy turned back to him, catching sight of his worried face. She now wore a faded pair of jeans and a college T-shirt. “You okay, Kyle?” Walking over to the edge of the bed, she sat down next to him. “I didn’t mean to rush.”
“I’m okay,” he forced himself to smile, knowing the expression didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I was just thinking about the mission. Sage has been gone for several days now, and I’m worried.”
Marcy laid her hand on his shoulder. “I know you haven’t told me... can’t tell me what your mission is, but I’m sure Sage is all right. Surely someone would have called you by now if he wasn’t.”
Kyle sighed. “I know. Sage didn’t want me to go along, said I have you, so I didn’t need to be handling whatever he is involved in. He’ll be fine.” Kyle sounded far more optimistic than he felt. Sliding from the bed, he grabbed a pair of jeans and a shirt from his suitcase and dressed. He turned back to Marcy, “let’s go look at some homes.” He clipped his cell phone to a belt loop and slid his wallet and badge into his back pocket. He watched Marcy race downstairs ahead of him and sent a mental prayer that his partner was all right.
He found Marcy sitting at the kitchen table, the newspaper spread out before her. She peered over the real estate listings, murmuring under her breath. Kyle looked behind him, noticing that she had swept all evidence of their lunch in bed into the sink. The yellow gingham curtains over the sink moved in the slight breeze coming through the open window, and Kyle heard neighbor children laughing in the parking lot of the apartment complex below.
He paused behind Marcy and rested his hands on her shoulders. With light strokes, he massaged her muscles, feeling her arch her back beneath his touch. "Mmm," she said as she circled another ad in the paper. "That feels good."
Leaning over, Kyle pressed a kiss to her cheek, letting his lips linger a moment longer on her flesh. "See anything interesting?" he asked.
Marcy nodded. "There's a starter home not far from here. Two bedrooms, one bath, 900 square feet for eighty-nine thousand. Here's one across town that has three bedrooms and one and a half baths, 1050 square feet for ninety-five thousand." She sighed. "It sounds like we can't get into anything decent for under a hundred thousand dollars. That's at least three thou
sand for a down payment, and I know we don't have that much saved between us."
Kyle bit his lip. He heard the pain in Marcy's voice and wanted to take her back upstairs and make love to her until she forgot all about the elusive house they sought. Between her apartment, and his sharing his apartment with a room mate, they really didn't feel they had any space they could call their own. "I'm sure something will come up," he said, thinking of the twenty-five hundred he had in the bank. He didn't think Marcy had taken that into consideration. "What's this?" he asked, drawing her attention to another ad. With a smile, he slid his hands down her arms and rested his cheek against hers. He felt her sigh and lean against him. Slowly, he caressed her arms, moving his hands up her torso so he could cup her breasts through the fabric. His body tightened with the feeling of the round globes of her breasts in his hands. "Six bedroom, three bathroom, Victorian home. 3500 square feet, including recreation room, pool and indoor and outdoor spa. Open house today. We have to go see that house. That is the home we're going to buy."
Marcy snorted. "With what, our good looks?"
"Honey," he said, rubbing his stubbled cheek against hers, "your good looks could buy the entire town." Lightly, he rubbed her nipples until he felt them harden beneath her clothing.